While eating breakfast:
Ben: Mommy, we should sell our tonsils.
Leah: Oh dear.
B: I just really think we should sell them.
L: Ben, it is illegal to sell your organs.
B: What is an organ?
L: Your kidneys, liver etc.
B: But I don't want to sell my kidneys!!! Just my tonsils!
L: I really don't think anyone would want them.
B: But I just want to sell them! You know, like the forks and knives!
L: You mean utensils?
B: YEAH! I just like to call them tonsils.
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Again, over breakfast:
Leah: Naomi, how old are you?
N: TWO!
L: Ben, how old are you?
B: Four
L: How old is daddy?
N: Ummmmm....
L: Can you say ancient, Naomi?
B: He isn't ancient! He doesn't even have bumps on his face yet!
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While heading to the dentist this past week... Let's just say that Ben was less than thrilled:
Ben: Daddy, can we take your car?
Andrew: Why? You like mom's car better.
B: Yours is slow and bumpy.
(Pause)
B: I hope there are LOTS of red lights.
Ben: I don't like the dentist!
Andrew: You will be fine!
B: I hate him! I want to kill him! I want to pull all of his teeth out!!!
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